We've had a bunch of warm, sunny days in the past few weeks, and I've tried to take advantage of them by running at the reservoir. I almost inevitably see someone I know. Yesterday I passed a woman who's a casual business acquaintance going the opposite direction.
She said: Hey! ... HEY, I thought you were pregnant!
I thought: What a thing to say! What if I
had been pregnant but something had gone terribly wrong? Should I spill all the sad details as we randomly cross paths on the trail?
But I said: I am!
She said: And you're RUNNING?!
I said: Why not?
By that point I was quite a bit past her and there was no prolonging the conversation unless I stopped running, which I didn't. I spent the next few minutes thinking about how crazy it was that she acted like
I was crazy for running while pregnant. At every doctor's appointment I confirm with my doctor that it's still fine to keep working out, and all he has ever said is "Keep doing what you're doing" and "The more active you are now, the easier your pregnancy and labor will be."
As I got to the end of the loop I passed a couple of women who were walking. I detoured to the bathroom (because that is one thing about running while pregnant -- I have to pee every couple of miles) and when I came out I ran into them again.
One of them said: Can we ask you something? How old are you? We were trying to guess.
I said: 29.
The other one said: I guessed you were 17!
Ha! They obviously didn't get a good look (if nothing else, my wedding band and baby belly should have tipped them off), but it was good for a laugh anyway. I wonder if that will be the last time I'm ever taken for a teenager.
Anyway, there's no moral to these stories, I'm just blabbering.
